সে দিন আমায় বলেছিলে
shey din amay bolechhile
The day you had called me
Time I had not in hand
You wandered to and fro
Before you went away
Time it was then to play
Fair of flowers in forests
Ever restless was breeze
Anxiously rustling leaves
Today heralds autumn
Dissolved has foggy mist
Departed has décor
The hours draw near
Is it now time?
Awaiting at the door
As day comes to a close
I look towards the road
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